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This was supposed to be a study session. Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero all getting together in Kaminari’s room for a wild night of math review.
But two hours, one crappy Transformers movie, and exactly eight minutes of review later, it's clear things aren't going to go as planned. Really, there was no way they could go as planned. Kirishima is Kirishima, Kaminari is Kaminari, Sero is Sero, and neither of them are that good at studying for long periods of time. At least, not without Bakugou, who's currently sparring with Uraraka and Todoroki for who knows what reason.
“I thought you had Bakugou wrapped around your finger,” Kaminari had said, shooting a glance at Kirishima across the room.
Kirishima had just shrugged.
And now, here they are, leaning against the side of Kaminari’s bed, staring at the DVD menu as it loops again and again. Sero’s the one who gets tired of it and shuts Kaminari’s laptop, but none of them seem to have any interest in moving beyond that. Studying is out of the question entirely.
“What time is it?” Kaminari asks, staring up at the ceiling.
“Eleven,” Kirishima answers.
“Oh.”
“Dude, you look way too tired for eleven,” Sero says.
“I'm not tired, I'm bored .” Kaminari groans. “There's not enough time to watch another movie before curfew, what are we gonna do?”
There's a long silence as each of them thinks about the answer to that question.
“Imagine Kirishima,” Sero starts.
“You don't have to imagine, I'm right here,” Kirishima says, conveniently - or inconveniently, depending on how you think about it - squashed in between Kaminari and Sero.
“But with his hair dyed a different color.” Sero grins.
“Oh.” Kaminari’s face shifts into a grimace the longer he thinks about it. “Oh, god, I can't do it.”
“What if he just walked into class one day with bright purple hair?” Sero muses.
“Would he be Purple Riot, then?” Kaminari asks.
“Eh, Violet Riot sounds better.”
“It really doesn't.”
“Okay, here's a question.” Kirishima changes the subject quickly. “If you could have anyone else’s quirk in our class, whose would it be?”
“Yaomomo, hands down,” Kaminari answers almost immediately.
“Have you thought about this before?” Sero asks.
“There's a lot of waiting around during combat training.” Kaminari shrugs. “It's crossed my mind a few times.” He leans forward to give Sero a look. “What about you?”
“Dunno.” Sero frowns. “There's an obvious answer, but I don't want to be cliche, you know?”
“And what is that obvious answer?” Kaminari raises one eyebrow.
“Todoroki.”
“Oh, yup.” Kaminari nods. “That is pretty obvious.”
“And then there was one.” Sero shoves Kirishima’s shoulder. “I'm guessing Kirishima wants Jirou’s quirk.”
“I don't know, Shouji’s seems pretty appealing,” Kaminari adds, “All those arms have gotta be really convenient!”
“You're both wrong, I'm going with Satou.” Kirishima crosses his arms with a grin. “I would love to be able to profit off my sweet tooth.”
“Good choice, good choice.” Kaminari leans back. “You guys have any music recs?”
“Not really,” Kirishima responds.
“I have one,” Sero offers.
“Ooh, what is it?” Kaminari asks, eyes wide in anticipation.
“‘Space Jam’ by the Quad City DJ’s,” Sero answers smugly.
Kaminari mock-gasps, obviously trying to hold back a laugh. “Sero, you little shit.”
“What? It's a good song.”
“Kaminari,” Kirishima interrupts.
“Yes?” Kaminari smirks.
“If Sero taped his feet to the ceiling, hung down, and went in for the Spider-Man kiss, would you kiss him?” Kirishima asks.
Sero bursts out laughing.
“That's not even a question,” Kaminari says in an almost-deadpan, “Of course I would kiss him.”
“If these ceilings weren't so low, I would test that right now.” Sero grins.
“Okay, I'll take a raincheck on that kiss.” Kaminari grins back.
“Why are you two like this?” Kirishima rolls his eyes, which only makes Kaminari and Sero laugh more.
“You know, you could have gotten your boyfriend to come,” Sero says.
“Dude.” Kaminari narrows his eyes. “If he was here, this would have been an actual study session.”
“Never mind!”
“Guys?” Kaminari asks.
“Yeah?” Kirishima looks at Kaminari, expecting the worst.
“Why do we have the cutest class?”
“Yeah, our class is really cute,” Sero agrees.
“We’re cute, the other guys are cute, the girls are cute.” Kaminari holds up fingers as he makes the list. “I have no idea how that even happened.”
“Okay, but the real question is who's the cutest,” Kirishima says.
“If you say Bakugou, I swear to-”
“ Objectively , I'd say Midoriya.”
“Okay, good.” Kaminari laughs. “But subjectively, you'd say Bakugou.”
“Yeah.”
“Thought so.” Kaminari puts his hands behind his head. “Someone needs to ask Midoriya what kind of conditioner he uses, his hair is really soft.”
“So we've reached consensus that Midoriya’s the cutest?” Sero asks.
“Seems like it,” Kirishima confirms.
“He deserves it.”
“He really does.”
It's silent again for a second, the number of times they've changed the subject in the past five minutes catching up with them.
“I have the Nutshack theme stuck in my head,” Sero says.
“Sero, what the hell?” Kaminari groans. “Now I have it stuck in my head!”
“Kirishima, are you infected?” Sero asks.
Kirishima frantically starts humming “It's a Small World” out of fear.
Kaminari puts his head in his hands. “Goddammit!”